Hey guys, thank you for all of the wonderful replies I got to chapter one...they inspired me write quickly to get the next part out. Hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think!

Obsession: Chapter Two:

Sara nervously paced around the emergency room, the hand holding her cell phone white from the amount of pressure she was putting on the poor device, "What do you mean I shouldn't have left the scene? Are you insane?"

"There's no one to cover you, Sara, I know you're worried about Greg, but someone's got to finish at the scene." Grissom explained calmly, "I'm just as worried about Greg as you are, but waiting at the hospital doing nothing isn't going to solve anything."

Sara clenched her free fist, shaking her head angrily, "Gris--"

"Go back to the scene Sara, have someone contact you when there's word on Greg." Grissom replied, "When I talked to Brass, he said it wasn't too serious."

Barely able to avoid a major blowup, Sara hissed through clenched teeth, "He's got a strip of metal embedded in his side. We don't even know yet if it's hit any vital organs. Greg could die, and you're telling me that it isn't serious?"

"You need to calm down."

Aghast at the absurdity of his statement, Sara shut her phone, quickly shutting it off before Grissom could call back. She clenched her fists again, wishing she had something to hit. She hadn't felt this angry in a long, long time. Walking to the window, she stared out into Vegas traffic, shaking her head with an incredulous laugh. Like she would abandon one of her friends at a time like this. What kind of monster did he think she was? What was she supposed to do? She couldn't just watch him be loaded into the ambulance and then go back to printing the victim's bedroom.

She hadn't been able to get a straight answer out of Brass, possibly because he didn't know exactly what had happened, but from what she had been able to piece together, it had been an odd, freak accident.

Greg had crawled through a side panel to get through the skirting of the trailer, propping the opening open with a cement block that had been on the side of the driveway. He had noticed the rusty, sharp edges and had commented to one of the officers that they needed to hang around closely in case he needed help getting out safely.

The details after that were a bit sketchy. All Brass could tell her was that someone on a four-wheeler had broken through the crime scene tape, tried to take a shot at one of the officers, and discharged his weapon as he fell to the ground. The shot had hit the side of the trailer, right about the same time Greg was coming from underneath it. All Brass could assume was that the officers were too busy chasing down the suspect to notice Greg needed assistance, and as he was pulling himself out, he got caught on a rusty piece of the panel. He tried to extract himself, but only ended up driving the metal shard deeper into his skin. Brass heard him screaming, and rushed to his assistance, but the damage was already done.

There had been a lot of blood. The blood was the first thing Sara had seen, and quite possibly an image she'd never be able to forget. She hadn't even had time to think before demanding that she be allowed to ride with Greg to the hospital. It wasn't until Brass showed up with her SUV that she even realized she had left her vehicle at the scene.

Greg was conscious when the paramedics arrived, but on the way to the hospital, he had passed out, either from pain or the amount of blood he was losing. Because removing the shard of metal could do more harm than good, they were only able to apply pressure to the wound and keep him stable until a surgeon could determine of the object had punctured any organs. He had been quickly whisked to the back, leaving a frantic Sara in the waiting area.

Her anger with Grissom slowly began to fizzle out, and dejectedly, she sat in a corner chair, pulling out her phone and dialing Nick's cell phone. Grissom was right, someone needed to work the scene. It wasn't going to be her, but someone had to be out there.

"Stokes."

"Hey, it's me." Sara said nervously, "Were you sleeping?"

Nick yawned into the phone, and Sara cringed. She hated to wake him up after he had already worked his 10 hours for the city. "I'm awake. What's up?"

"There was an accident at my scene tonight--"

"Are you okay?" Nick replied, sounding fully awake now, "What happened?"

Sara sighed, "I don't know exactly what happened. Greg was hurt, he's in the emergency room right now, they haven't told me anything."

"Do you need me to come down there?" Nick asked worriedly.

Sara rubbed her forehead in an attempt to drive away an impending headache, "Well, not exactly. Grissom's being a complete ass tonight, he wants me to go back and work the scene. I'm not leaving Greg here by himself."

"Give me the address." Nick replied, searching for a tablet to write on, "I'll finish up there and come meet you at the hospital."

Relieved, Sara leaned back in her chair, "Thank you so much. I owe you big time. It's at 712 Canterbury square. Brass is the detective on the case. Oh Nicky, you don't know how much this means to me."

"I know you'd do the same for me." Nick replied, "See you in a bit."

"Thanks."

Sara hung up the phone, feeling slightly better about the situation. She stood, walking back towards the window with a worried glance at the clock. Greg had been taken back nearly an hour ago, and there was still no news. That couldn't be a good sign. Leaning her head against the cool glass, she desperately fought tears. She wasn't sure where this surge of emotion was coming from, but it was very intense. She and Greg had been working closely since he fully transferred from the lab to the field, and they had created a very strong bond. The idea that something could be seriously wrong with him felt like someone dropping an anvil on her chest.

Her phone rang, and she cursed when she saw it was Grissom. Flipping it open, she barked, "What?"

"Are you still at the hospital?"

"It's all taken care of. Nick's going to go to the scene, I'm going to wait on news about Greg." Sara said testily, not missing the condescending tone her supervisor was using with her, "I'm not leaving."

Grissom sighed, "I told you to go back to the scene."

"I told you I wasn't going to do it." Sara snapped, "Greg's my friend, I'm not going to leave him here alone. If you're too insensitive to care about your employees, it's not my problem, but just because you're a heartless jerk doesn't mean that I have to be one too."

Grissom's tone changed from patronizing to annoyed in just a few short moments as he snapped, "Sara, your attitude right now is unacceptable."

"Go ahead and fire me, then." Sara replied angrily, shocked as the words came out of her mouth, but unable to stop them, "What are you waiting for? It's not like Greg's going to be coming to work. I can't believe your damn crime scene is more important than Greg's health!"

"I never said that it was, I am just reminding you that you are in city time and you have a job to do." Grissom said with a groan, "I'm not going to fire you. What is your problem tonight?"

Sara laughed bitterly, "Did you just ask me what my problem is? Let's see, I was sent to a filthy, disgusting crime scene with Greg, he was injured by something that came off of that vile excuse for a home. Now, he's with a surgeon and my boss wants me to leave without even knowing if he'll be okay. What do you think my problem is, Grissom? What?"

"If Nick's going out there, don't worry about it. Stay with Greg. I didn't want to call swing shift out, but apparently that's the only way this will get handled."

Sara's blood was already boiling, and without thinking, she snapped, "You never have a problem calling me back in when I just got home. Maybe if I move to another shift, you may start to actual care about me and what I need."

"This isn't about you, this is about our responsibility to the lab--"

"Okay, okay. I'm not going to listen to this right now. Nick's at the scene, it's getting processed, he'll sleep later. If you're that worried about it, I'll cover Nick's shift tonight so he can get some rest. I just can't believe you didn't want someone down here with Greg."

"I was almost finished with my scene, I am on my way down there right now. Don't always assume I'm being the bad guy here." Grissom replied calmly, "I'm pulling into the parking garage right now."

"Great." Sara mumbled sarcastically as she snapped her phone closed. That man infuriated her beyond belief sometimes. Sinking back into her chair, she shook her head and moaned. She had just mouthed off to her boss, the one who had saved her from being fired more than once. What was she thinking? Had she actually dared him to fire her?

She pulled her feet onto the chair, resting her head on her knees as she stared out of the window, once again, into the darkness. She had never been so upset with Grissom in the entire time she had known him. Now that her adrenaline was wearing off, she was silently cursing herself for losing her cool. Now, Grissom was going to show up and she'd have to face him after blowing her top with him over the phone. Although, if anyone should be embarrassed, it should be Grissom for even suggesting work at a time like this.

She felt the older man's presence when he walked in the room, although he made no move to speak. Refusing to look at him, she continued to stare out of the window, taking deep calming breaths to keep herself from lashing out to him again. Regardless of how insensitive he could be at times, he didn't deserve to receive her anger, it wasn't him she was really angry at, it was the situation they were in.

Grissom slowly walked over to Sara, sitting down across from her and watching her intently. After a few minutes, he quietly asked, "Are you and Greg in a relationship?"

"What?" Sara asked incredulously, her head shooting up as she looked at him, "What are you talking about?"

"Are you and Greg seeing each other? Is that why you're so upset tonight?" Grissom asked quietly, watching her carefully.

Sara's eyes narrowed, and she slammed her feet to the floor, "I'm upset because I just saw Greg lying on the ground, with a piece of rusty metal sticking out of his skin, bleeding all over the ground, Brass, and myself." She said, pulling back her vest to reveal a blue shirt smeared with blood, "I'm upset because I was in charge and he got hurt under my watch. I'm upset because Greg is one of my best friends. I'm upset because my emotionally stunted boss can't see any of this and is asking me ridiculous questions about some imagined relationship."

"I just had to ask. It's my job as supervisor to know if my employees are in a position to compromise a case." Grissom asked, leaning back in his seat, "Has the doctor been out?"

Sara considered telling Grissom to go to hell and find out on his own, but instead, she maintained her composure and shook her head. Her eyes wandered to the door, and she silently willed the salt-and-peppered haired doctor to make an appearance.

Maybe Grissom had a point. She considered Nick and Warrick her friends, and she'd be upset if they were hurt, but she probably wouldn't fight so hard to see them at once. Sure, she'd wait at the hospital for word, but she wouldn't have been so adamant about staying. Like Nick, she would have taken care of what needed to be done first. Maybe something was different with Greg.

Her hands trembled as she pictured him laying on the cold dirt, tears streaming down his cheeks as he begged someone to help him. Her own eyes prickled with tears as she remembered how terrifying it was to see him slip out of consciousness on the ride over, how panicked she had became when they rushed him back, yelling orders the entire way. Closing her eyes, she pulled her knees back to her chest, crossing her arms and laying her head down.

Greg was different. He was one of the only people who was able to make her smile when she was down, he was one of the only people who valued her opinion and looked up to her as a CSI. Because of his addition to the field, she was no longer the bottom of the totem pole, so to speak, and he had boosted her confidence by being so eager to learn and gain her friendship and respect. He was more than just her best friend. She really cared about him, and it broke her heart to think that he was on the other side of a wooden door, possibly fighting for his life.

Her heart began to race as he hands grew clammy. There was no way. Could it possibly be? Could she actually be in love with Greg Sanders?

Her epiphany was interrupted as the doctor came through the door, walking towards Sara with bloody scrubs, "Miss Sidle?"

TBC...remember that you still don't know about Greg, so a few replies wouldn't hurt. lol. No, I'm not above bribery.